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dark, and with horns of a span which, in the gloom of the 

 forest and waning horht, ahnost suggested buflalo. To 



this I transferred my attention ; but the first shot, at 

 about 300 yards, missed, and it looked any odds on a 

 total loss when the unknown beast disappeared, gallop- 

 ing among the timber. We followed fast, and luckily 



"gazing in the wkong direction" (wateebuck). 



picked up view as he left the woods, and, changing his 

 course, came cantering back across an open prairie 

 towards our rear. Then, by fortunate chance, he spied 

 my brother, who, with the " boys," had remained 

 behind. The game pulled up sharp, his magnificent car- 

 riage and contour recalling a colossal red stag in Land- 

 seer's bravest type. The intervening plain was dotted 

 with isolated forest-trees, each springing from a bushy 



